Qing Qian

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her.

Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away.

Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off."

While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. 

The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything."

The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?"

The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?"

The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister."

A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law."

The influential figures were confused.

When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back.

The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress."

Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

The girl was reading ancient poetry, silently reciting "The Ballad of the Pipa Player." There was one section that she could never memorize.


Suddenly her shoulder was seized, and beyond the pain, she was also startled.


She let out a scream, clutched her schoolbag tightly, and instinctively tried to run away.


But her shoulder was firmly held in place; no matter how hard she pushed with her feet, she couldn't move.


The girl looked back fearfully to see a girl much taller than herself, which scared her even more.


Her voice trembled, as faint as a mosquito's: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"


"Hand it over," Ying Zijin repeated, her eyes cold, "Wen Tinglan's admission ticket."


Upon hearing those last few words, the girl's expression changed dramatically, and she shrank back.


She suppressed the panic in her heart and tried to remain calm, her voice gradually growing louder: "What are you talking about? I don't know any Wen Tinglan, so how could I have his admission ticket?"


179 He Xun was handed the invitation directly in front of his eyes [3 updates]